wiz khalifa - maan! (weedmix) lyrics
(intro)
this a recordin’?
love is life and life is living
f-ckin’ our some
yeah!
(verse)
i smoked the whole d-mn pound
i’mma need another one
eyes closed, i won’t come down
only paper smoke weed, don’t f-ck with blunts
n-gg-, i am not just sharing weed
a n-gg- got pounds to burn, that’s parrot
just cause you up in this b-tch, don’t mean gon’ hit this sh-t
you betta roll some, pop it like you got a cold or smth
tryna o.d. on thc, n-gg- f-ck around givin’ young khalifa p-ss
smoka whole thing up in a week
roll a joint, put a worm up in htat motherf-cker
smoke it till it finish
aw, sh-t, n-gg- just got some kk in, and he say all the way
big pete told me church got money on the merry single day
so i want er’thing, ery plane, ery plate, ery place we mobbin’
hahahahaha, n-gg- we mobbin’
sh-t, go, go! n-gg-, we mobbin’
(hook)
now, every place that we go sayn we can’t smoke
well, we do it anyway, cause real g smoke anyway
when they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo’
when they say put it out, it’s too loud, we burn up some mo’
then we keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’ x3
(verse)
n-gg-, keep goin’, keep the k, keep blowin’
snakes in the gr-ss, keep mowin’, -ss so fat, lip swollen
city state, gotta show it, ‘nother airport, gotta go it
reason why i’m late, i’m know it
n-gg-s got too much howit, i keep rollin’ up
drive in a brand new car like a motherf-cker stole it
they don’t understand what i’m doin’
money in my hand, 28 grams, and rollin’
been thru new york and london and paris and back
hooooo! south by south-west, only n-gg-s smokin’ on pack
rollin’ that bats, go and get a bong, get a match
er’body get along, get attached, get a song
get a b–tch, what he say? need a cat
pot hairs, get a drink to relax
eat pimp full of wax, d-mn broke, cold joy,
really fast, no sticks, full of seeds in the bag
got reeds in the rag, get’na front, y’all bees in the back
herp truck, rip jeans, it’s a swag
b-tch, we mobbin’!
n-gg-, we mobbin’
we mobbin’! sh-t
(hook)
now, every place that we go sayn we can’t smoke
well, we do it anyway, cause real g smoke anyway
when they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo’
when they say put it out, it’s too loud, we burn up some mo’
then we keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’ x3
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